A few things you must know before reading;

- this is the next generation at Hogwarts. [Harry potter's little kiddies]

- Yes, Luna and Neville did in fact marry, but Neville simply decided to take Luna's name, instead of her taking his. If I had a name like Longbottom, trust me, I would do the same.

- Stella is not normally this cross and blunt. She's rather like her mother; whimsical and ditty. She's just tired and frustrated in this chapter.

- This is rated M for: Violence, language, and possibly citrusy future chapters.

~Chapter 1~

Of dreams, absent moons, and irritated stars,

disclaimer: I do not, in any way shape or form, own Harry Potter, and most of the characters belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. The OC's, however, are creations of my terrible, terrible mind.

A pair of purple eyes flickered open, staring discontentedly up at the dark ceiling, watching the small, sticker stars glitter there. The girl to whom the eyes belonged to was critically thinking about the dream she had just had, trying to find some meaning hidden through the disorganized muck. She had been seeing the same vision in her sleep for a few nights now, and it never got easier to figure out, no matter how many times she witnessed it.

Stella Lovegood was not pleased. What good was a seer if they couldn't figure out what a simple dream meant? A frown turning on her face, Stella sat up and slid out of her patchy, mismatched bedsheets, silently pacing around her room. Walking by first stepping with her toes, then letting her heel fall down, making sure not to make noise so as to not wake up her grandfather, Xeno. He barely got enough sleep as it was, and Stella didn't want to wake him because of her own problems. Sighing, she plopped down at her desk chair, a few small candles magically flaring to life as she places her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palm, thinking about the vision she had just witnessed.

In her dream, Stella had seen chaos, that was for sure. Flashes of green and red, like a display of Christmas fireworks. Also, there had been a cloaked figure, who appeared to be the one causing the havoc. There had also been another figure, and though he had not been cloaked as well, he was unrecognizable. Fuck. Stella thought angrily, her eyes narrowing. Why does it always have to be so god damn mysterious and annoying?

It wasn't as if Stella was a terrible seer, it was just that she had trouble figuring out what the dreams and visions meant. Typically, the vision was clearer, and easier to decipher, but this bloody dream had never unfogged itself, and just left Stella feeling annoyed and upset at not being able to do what she normally did best.

"Bugger." She muttered, riffling through the messy stacks of parchment that had accumulated on her desk since she had last bothered to clear it off. The papers were mainly letters, letters that her parents had sent her as they continued their expedition through america, Neville, Stella's father, studying muggle plants and seeing if they could be used for potions, and Luna, Stella's mother, on a wild goose hunt for some other creature that nobody knew about. Stella sighed, feeling a small pang in her chest as she longed for her parents. They had been gone the entire summer, and with the school year beginning in only a week, it appeared as if the Professor Neville Lovegood would not be there for the start of year. Stella smiled as her fingers brushed against a photo of Neville and Luna smiling and waving, the figured occasionally blowing kisses to their only daughter. Even though she thought it was silly, Stella pressed two fingers to her lips and blew a kiss back, hoping with all of her might her parents would return safe and sound.

Sighing again, Stella set the moving picture back down, pulling out a relatively clean sheet or parchment and a quill, steadily dipping the tip into the inkwell, and commenced writing her letter.

Dear Lily,

Summer still sucks. I told you it wouldn't get better, but you kept persisting that it would. Silly Lily.

Anyway, I hope James hasn't been too much of a bother to you since your last letter, I heard a rumor that he's going to be teaching Defense against the dark arts this year. Professor Grut apparently quit at short notice, and some fourth years were giggling about it at Diagon Alley. I don't understand why James is so popular, he's kind of an arse, or perhaps that's just me?

I've been having this really peculiar dream lately. I can't figure out what it means, and it has been bothering me to no end. I can't get enough sleep, so I've been really cranky lately. Grandfather isn't too pleased by this. He keeps muttering to himself about how young ladies should be pleasant beings. Apparently, I had been acting worse than I thought. I can't really explain what I say through writing, so I'll tell you when we see each other on the first. It's simpler that way, and I really need your brains for this. Thinking about the dream only makes my head hurt.

I miss you, and can't wait until the first. Say hello to your family to me.

See you at a quarter to ten, on one past nine,

Stella.

Sealing the letter, Stella rose, tiptoeing out her room and descending down the stairs into the kitchen. She crossed the small room to the creature in the corner, who was busy grooming his wings. "Okay, now, Marlowe," Stella told the owl sternly, "This letter needs to get to Lily. I know it's late, but you're nocturnal, so it shouldn't matter too much." The bird hooted in defiance, but stuck it's leg out for the letter to be tied to anyway. Satisfied that the letter would not fall in Marlowe's flight, Stella placed the bird on her arm, walking over to the window and opening it into the night. "Remember. To Lily." The bird hooted softly, then took off, disappearing into the dark night.

Leaning against the windowsill, Stella stuck her head slightly out the window, breathing in the cool air deeply, closing her eyes as she released the air from her lungs.

Well, what now?

Author's Notes:

Well, hello.

this chapter is much, much shorter than what the others will be.

Don't you love how Luna [Lunar; moon] has a daughter called Stella [Stellar; Stars] Yeah, I'm not sure what I was thinking when naming Stella.

This is more of a prologue than a 'chapter one' if you understand what I'm attempting to say.

Please review and tell me if you're intrigued by this story and wish to have it continue?